"This hangout is weak sauce," you whine, twirling on her spare chair and resting your legs onto her empty desk.

"That is because this isn't a hangout. You came in my lab strictly to strictly indulge in pestering me," She replies neutrally--- not even batting an eye at you, laserfocused on her project. You think it is junk.

"Again, weak sauce," you repeat.

"If your goal is to bother me, I really don't mind your presence." She says gently.

She still doesn't budge. Bummer. All you want is her attention, really... There's no harm in that. She's been holed up in her lab all day (like a basement dwelling weirdo), and all you want is for her to socialize a little...

Your eyes rove onto her hands, the way they're big, yet they move with such care and precision. Her brow bones are knitted, tongue poking out in concentration on whatever the hell she's making. She should be giving that attention to you.